A Song For My Lord

A song for my Lord…

Woke up this mornin’, Watched Your sunrise, Ate my breakfast, And rushed to do my work Lord, I wanted to talk, ‘cause You make me walk You know I never missed a day Without a spoken prayer In times like this… Always compromise But never time to realize Your Grace, Your Face I should have seen Clearly not on my laptop screen… It’s evenin’ and therefore You wait For me to anticipate The need to speak to You, To seek for peace, for words of truth The love that You gave, Made me free and not a slave. But I’m too busy now Thy words to hear Thy words to hear The doorbell rang It was someone new Maybe a nigger, maybe a jew

Could he be the one? The one who knows… All my questions without answers All my life, without meaning… All the lies, the useless tries Can he be my healer? But no, it was a joke And yes, my Lord Today we haven’t spoke You caught my eye But I failed to try A way to find ‘cause I’m the blind The busy, the sick and uneasy Child that You love ... My doubtful, fearful heart is thanking You. Amen

20 sept 2008